They certainly had no taste. If there were any traces, it was most likely due to the chef's eye for ingredients, them being the sole reason they contributed to the fact that the food had any flavour at all.
"But the cake I got from you," she pondered aloud, gulping down a sampler from Daemien, fingers fidgeting with the toothpick in her hands. "How'd you manage to work that out?"
"I had help for a friend," he returned. He chewed on a serving, plate in his hand, snacks still warm off the campfire.
In his eyes, DAY caught the mixture of jealousy, rage, sorrow -- and everything els